FIO FORGOT TO TITLE HER BLOG YESTERDAY, BUT SHE HOPES YOU READ IT ANYWAY !

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Today, Fio doesn't have much to say. She missed her H-E-B date and will have to rely on Son L to drive her over there so she can pick up her groceries tomorrow, but at least the birthday check she sent Son K finally arrived at his doorstep. WHEW!

All in all, this was a bad day for your girl: she couldn't find her last year's Halloween decorations and somehow the TV had moved all her favorite shows off kilter. 

Worst of all, of course, was the eruption in the Middle East. And yes, Fio cried, then wondered if constant warfare is necessary to keep our world from overflowing ourselves.

Wondering what to wear when your girl attends her church next week. It's been a long time, and (1) Fio doesn't have any dresses at all, and (2) most of the people she used to know are gone. The pastor is the same, though, and your girl does have some nice slacks and tops. 

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GERMAN      gestern      yesterday

                       huete         today

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With his hands otherwise occupied, there was no way he could even reach out to Moira, but he got a buz on just from being near her. If they were alone, he'd have chanced backing her up against one of those cedar elms lining the road. Instead, he was walking along with his daughter on his shoulders and his tongue stuck to the top of his mouth.

Talk, you idiot. Say something, anything, so she knows your vocal chords are still working.

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